Sketches in verse with prose illustrations. By Mr. Polwhele. Second edition, with several additional pieces |
TO THE EVENING-STAR. |
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TO THE EVENING-STAR.
Meek Star of Eve, whose placid ray
I prize beyond the blaze of day,
O softly gild the waves that roll
Dark o'er my agitated soul!
I prize beyond the blaze of day,
O softly gild the waves that roll
Dark o'er my agitated soul!
So shall the charmed surge subside
Into a gently-murmuring tide,
Reflecting each affection kind,
A faithful mirror of the mind.
Into a gently-murmuring tide,
Reflecting each affection kind,
A faithful mirror of the mind.
Yet, while no storm upheaves the sea,
Far be a torpid calm from me!
Unruffled tho' the current flow,
Still may the whispering zephyr blow;
Tho' Peace each tumult hush, may Love
With balmy breath my bosom move!
Far be a torpid calm from me!
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Still may the whispering zephyr blow;
Tho' Peace each tumult hush, may Love
With balmy breath my bosom move!
Sketches in verse | ||